Title: The Middle-Lands
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Author: Brenda Franklin
Release Date: Coming Soon
-----Blurb:-----
Twenty
one year old Evelyn Gardener dropped out of high school in the tenth grade,
received her GED a year later, has worked from one dead end job to the next
since she was fifteen, and was kicked out of her step mother’s house yesterday.
She has
no home, no family, no friend good enough to take her in, and barely enough
money to get her anywhere, but she isn’t at a total loss. She Marcus, a spirit
from the ___, and he isn’t about to let Eve fend for herself when things get
ugly.
Now,
with her ghostly companion at her side she has to not only survive the living,
but now the dead as Floaters-gruesome evil spirits - seem to be taking more of
an interest in her, but that’s not the only person whose eye has been caught by
her.
A
mysterious man seems to be following Eve. When confronted, things get even more
complicated and she is given an offer that will change her life permanently.
Join
Eve as she passes from one world to the next in the first installment in the
Middle-Lands series.
-----Excerpt:-----
“You
seem to be handling the impossible very well,” Aiden added lowering his hand.
“I
don’t know if you’ve noticed it yet, but impossible is within my range of
possibilities. I’ve always known…no,” she breathed. “I’ve always hoped that
there were others. I just… I’m very happy to find another person different.”
She hesitated nibbling on her lip. “Are there any others?”
“Lots,”
he answered.
“Where?”
“All
over, but mostly not here.”
“What
do you mean?”
“I mean
they...” he made a face and paused. Whatever he was going to say drifted off
for a minute. “This isn’t my job normally,” he remarked.
“What
isn’t?” Eve asked.
“This.”
Aiden gestured towards her. “Telling someone, who isn’t familiar about the
other realms, about them.”
“That
doesn’t make sense.”
“I
know. But like I said, this isn’t my job normally.”
“What
is your job?”
“I’m a
Soul Collector.”
“What
is that?”
“I hunt
and collect the souls of demons, evil spirits, dark spirits, conjured black
souls, and among others things on the darker spectrum.”
Eve
nodded. He sounded crazy, but if she hadn’t of witnessed him attacking the
Floaters earlier all of this would have been harder to swallow. “And earlier
when you stabbed the Floater?”
“I sent
him back into the Earth to rest.”
“So
colorful lights was?”
“Its
soul being taken apart and sent away.”
“Right…”
Eve
nodded looking to Marcus who was now all but wall paper in the background
listening in closely to all that Aiden had to say.
“How
bad has the spirit encounters been?” Aiden asked.
“Getting
worse by the hour,” Marcus responded.
“It’s
not bad…” she mumbled.
“You
are being chased by a Demon and lots of Spirits, I think that counts as bad,”
Marcus laughed humorlessly.
“You
feel like a magnet.” Aiden said waving his hand over her.
She
slapped it away. “Well, I’m not.”
“I beg
to differ.”
“What
do you mean?” she raised a brow.
“I
think it’s you drawing the spirits in. I think something about you is pulling
them closer. But what?” He examined her with wonder. Eve felt a pin of
uneasiness.
“I
don’t know,” she muttered averting her eyes. She locked her fingers together.
“Who
are you parents?” he asked.
“Barbra
Moore is my step mom.”
“Your
real mom and your dad. Who were they?” Aiden demanded as though their names
would give all the answers they required.
“I
don’t know the name of my real mom, but my dad was Alfred Bradner.” Aiden
thought about the names. Neither of which sounded familiar, but he wasn’t an
expert in genealogy either. Hundreds of family lines held spiritual power, he
couldn’t have them all memorized.
“You’re
abilities. How long have you had them?”
“Since
I think I was about 12 ish maybe a little before.”
“What
does your abilities consist of?”
“Um….”
Eve thought about it and looked to Marcus. She was becoming more and more
nervous. she shoouldn’t be saying anything. she didn’t know him. She didn’t
anything about people with his abilities. Was he bad. Could she trust him? “I
can see spirits and touch them.” She whispered.
“She
can do more than that.” Marcus said.
“I saw.
You can do a spiritual transference. I don’t know of a person that can do
that.”
“Great…But
you can see Marcus!”
“Seeing
and doing what you can do is two different things. My job requires the ability
to see. It was a gift handed down through my blood line, as most gifts are.”
“Well,
my parents were normal! Nothing special!” she raised her voice. “I was just
born this way. It’s a coincidence.”
Aiden
lowered his eyes across her. “There are no such things as conveniences.” He
spoke looking back to Marcus and then to the door. “I need to go.”
“Go?” Eve
got to her feet. “Go where?” She asked.
“I need
to find a Watcher.” He sighed gruffly dismissing the distress in her voice.
“Why?”
“Because
this isn’t my--”
“Not
you job! I got that part!” She snapped. “But who is a watcher and why do I need
to see them? Why can’t you help me?” The desperation in her voice was painful
to hear.
Aiden
placed a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes were tired, her voice tight and
worried. He was doing the only thing he knew he could do, get help.
“This
person, the watcher. They will be qualified to give you the answers you want as
well as decide your fate.”
“My
fate,” she pulled away quickly. Marcus easing up beside her.
“Sometimes
people from certain worlds just don’t belong and in some cases Watchers will
step in and give them a way out. It’s like getting a pass to ride a very
special train.”
“And
where does this train take those people?”
Aiden
smiled. “To another world.”
I hope you enjoyed this tiny piece of my newest work and are looking forward to reading it. Right now I can't give an exact release date as I am still tweaking my first book, but I hope that I'll be able to say for certain in May when it will be coming out. I can't wait!
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| Book 2: Barely Beating |
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